"The lingering snow is shining on the cold painted screen, the plum blossoms are falling and the flute has been played for three times, and there is no one left in the dark.
"I am a melancholy guest in this world. When I know what happened to you, I burst into tears and reminisce about my life with the sound of my heart breaking."
When he was half asleep and half awake, Lu Zhengkang felt that his soul had finally drifted away.
Floating to a place he didn't know, he was flying in the womb world that seemed both a dream and reality. Lu Zhengkang was wearing a free and easy linen robe, and his lower body was filled with a cloud of smoke, drifting back and forth.
He used his heart seal to gain insight into the world, and then floated into the world of heaven and earth. He looked at the demon-transforming pool that was a hundred feet in diameter and was filled with the blood of demon spirits. The yin energy emitted was enough to turn water into ice, and the blood soup soaked the bones. The floating bones were white.
Yes, there are imprisoned souls in it
After enduring severe torture, he fell into a state of insanity and lost his mind. Slowly, the essence of blood and soul bones will precipitate and fall into a deep blue mist in the underground pool of blood. The disciples will pour Lu Zhengkang’s blood into it.
, the blood floated and condensed into a faint humanoid outline.
That is his heretic demonic body.
Tired of watching, he flew straight into the sky, towards the southwest of the Central Continent, to a paradise of spiritual energy. Following a secret longing, he landed next to Qing Ningzi, who was silently sitting cross-legged and adjusting her breath.
, looking much better than the day we parted.
Lu Zhengkang didn't like this feeling of peeping, so he left silently. On this mountain were disciples of the Qinglian Sword Sect, as well as mortal servants. The person who dominated this place was a magnificent sword, which was tied to a cliff.
The waist of a beautiful woman.
Fu Daozi was in another private room, staring at the plump prostitute in front of him. Of course, his expression was still calm, but there was an unspeakable pain and shame in his eyes. Everyone has secrets, and everyone has secrets that cannot be said.
.
He stared at the prostitute and spent a long time selecting her because Fu Daozi wanted to see the shadow of a person.
Lu Zhengkang stared at Master Sheng Yan. This woman had a generous and childish air, but when she was quiet and silent, she was like a palace willow, noble and fairy.
Master Sheng Yan turned around and saw a strange soul floating behind her. She looked surprised, "Are you a ghost? The door god? The kitchen god?"
Lu Zhengkang didn't respond. He thought he was dreaming.
"I don't think you seem to have any reason to break into my sword intention. You are pretty good too."
Lu Zhengkang stared at Sheng Yan. She smiled innocently. It was a great comfort for a beautiful woman to show such an unguarded smile in front of you.
Fu Daozi stared at the slender white pig in front of him. He could feel the despicable flames in his waist, but he was heartbroken by it. So he just stared, kneeling, looking at the bloated appearance of the long pig with its back to him.
The white fat made him nauseous, but he couldn't help but want to lick it. Just like a goat licking the pure white salt, a serious dog would also show great love for the owner's secret pork suet.
Master Sheng Yan asked: "Can you make a wish here? All Shinto monks have such means."
Lu Zhengkang was speechless. What appeared in front of his eyes were many blurred illusions. A woman who looked like Qing Ningzi, but was not Qing Ningzi, stood in front of him. Looking at the appearance like Gong Liu, there was no doubt that she was Zhenren Sheng Yan.
Yes, she was also a very serious person.
Serious, but lively, she is jade-colored ice wrapped in flames.
Master Sheng Yan said: "I don't ask you for anything else. It would be too difficult for you. I want my two disciples to be safe. One is called Fu Daozi and the other is Qingningzi. Fu Daozi is the elder brother.
They are the same age as me, Qing Ningzi is a junior sister, she is a child."
Fu Daozi circled around the feast. For a few moments, Fu Daozi felt great pain. Now he finally calmed down, slowly enjoyed it, and got rid of his despicable and low-level fantasies. He smiled and told the waitress to go
Playing the piano on the side.
Lu Zhengkang murmured: "That year, I was also sixteen years old, and she was also sixteen years old."
Master Sheng Yan frowned, "You don't agree? Then you can leave, I won't keep you as a guest."
Lu Zhengkang came back to his senses when he heard the clear sound of the sword.
Unknowingly, he fell asleep. The poem had ended, and the waitress lay in his arms again, her eyes filled with admiration and tenderness.
Everything was just as he had guessed when he traveled through time. Lu Zhengkang copied a good poem, and then he successfully prostituted himself for free.
The fact is that a good word is the most popular word among Fengyue practitioners. A good word can make a prostitute’s worth skyrocket. Siyang is a romantic place, and many literati and flirts hang around here. There are often all kinds of
The most indispensable part of romance is the mutual success of the scholar and the courtesan.
Lu Zhengkang is not a scholar, and what he is looking for is not a famous prostitute. She only has this poem, and she will not be a famous prostitute in the future. But it doesn't matter. The key is that Lu Zhengkang can do it for nothing, so that a man with only six taels of silver can do it.
Walk out of this door with your head held high.
It was at night that he met Fu Daozi again. It was not dark yet, but the brothel was already bustling with activity. It would be unclean when there were too many people. The most important thing was that those who worked the day shift should go back and rest.
The two of them looked at each other and smiled without saying anything. Knowing someone too well would reduce his cute image, so they maintained a unique and unified silence. This is the Risby of prostitutes. After all, not all the time
Suitable for being a fellow-minded person.
They were dining in a nearby restaurant. Lu Zhengkang didn't bring any money, but Fu Daozi was not short of money. However, Fu Daozi thought Lu Zhengkang was a rich man. After all, how could a monk who secretly controlled a human dynasty have no money?
With trust in each other, the two of them ate with peace of mind.
After all, Fu Daozi is a seasoned veteran. Halfway through the meal, he excused himself as a convenience, but actually went to the counter to pay the bill.
Speaking of convenience, Lu Zhengkang is quite confident in his research on automatic flushing technology, and he can share it with his good friends if he has the opportunity.
After the meal, with the refreshing and comfortable evening breeze blowing, the two unorthodox monks went back to Crescent Town at night. The moon was very good today.
As expected, they slept together at night. The two of them lay on the same roof and stared at the starry sky together, confirming their previous conjectures about the heavenly karma of the stars. They talked randomly. Fu Daozi and Lu Zhengkang agreed that one day, one of them would
Whoever becomes a true immortal in this world must go to heaven to see it. Or, if both of you become true immortals, go to travel in the starry sky together.
Lu Zhengkang began to tell stories, of course some martial arts novels. Fu Daozi was very interested in the grudges of mortals, so Lu Zhengkang talked about ancient dragons, which was very interesting to him.
After chatting about Gulong for a while, Lu Zhengkang felt tired and said, "If you want to know what happened next time, let's listen to the explanation next time!"
The two laughed.
Fu Daozi rested his head on his arm and told Lu Zhengkang about his past.
"That year, I was also twenty years old, and she was also twenty years old... No, no, no, this story is not good, let's change it. In the beginning, I was also a Jianghu person, from a country named Yan Guo in the northern part of Central China.
Swordsman, that country is now ruined and really trapped
Entering the chaotic era of war between heroes. I thought that becoming a monk would end the war, but after becoming a monk, I couldn't get close to my hometown. It was the territory of Jitian Palace, a sect that was both good and evil. Slowly, my
My mind has also become dull.”
"I'm more interested in those days when you were practicing Taoism."
"Okay, I'll tell you slowly, my master, me, and my junior sister..."
Chapter completed!